The End

I see the edge of the cliff as it rushes up to meet my running feet I feel when they leave behind ground I hear and taste the air as it rushes past my face I feel as the wind runs its cool fingers across my skin I touch the breezes with my own I open my mouth in a silent scream of both fear and joy I think of the ones who love and will miss me I think of the ones I love and will miss I try to muster up some remorse but find it impossible I feel too good to regret my decisions I think that maybe my life was just here to prepare me for this: The End

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